A Very Twin-y Twist (Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru) OHSHC

A New School, An Old Friend

"Young Mistress Kawaguchi? Young Mistress, it's you get up, you don't want to be late for your very first day!"

A cheerful voice called, coming from your personal maid, Emiko. She draws back your thick drapes you have covering your windows, letting in sunlight. You hissed at the light hitting the backs of your eyelids and promptly flip over in your bed, pulling your comforter over your head.

You let out a muffled "go away" as Emiko walks over to the end of your bed and pulls your bedding completely off of you.

You squirmed as you felt the cold air hit and Emiko spoke again.

"Miss, you know I don't want to force you, but I insist you get up this instant!"

"Ugh," you started to whine, "Please Emiko, just five more minutes!" You buried your head into one of your pillows, trying to block out the horrible sunlight.

"If you don't get up right now, I will... I will..."

Emiko searched for something to threaten you with. She looks up suddenly, sticking her pointer finger into the air.

"I will make sure that you will get no dessert after dinner... for three days!" She smiled at you mischievously.

"And I know, Miss, how much you love your sweets~"

You sweatdropped.

You really did love sweets... She couldn't REALLY do that, could she? You decided not to risk it. "Alright, alright," you grumped, giving in to her threats, "I'm getting up." You slide out of your bed and walk over to your bathroom to get ready for your first day at a new school.

The posh Ouran Academy.

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Sitting in the back off your limousine, fiddling with your K-Cell, you try to block out the fluttering in your stomach. 

Though you would never admit it and deny it to anyone who asked, you were nervous. You were never the new kid in this kind of situation before. You would know literally no one and the majority of the kids who went to this dumb school would have known each other for their whole lives. They had experiences and memories with one another and you were just this new girl, one who used to be a lower middle class citizen, mind you, intruding on their lives.

Why were you attending this fancy school again? Oh, yeah. Because your family struck oil last year.

OKAY, not actual oil, but the increase in your parents bank account could be compare to someone who had.

Kawaguchi, your last name, was now a trademark.

Your mom and dad were genius technicians, both geeky and quirky enough to come up with a crap-load of electronics to appease billions. They met at their high school's Robotics Club in their first year, thus starting a dorky romance involving matching metal mouths, plastic googles, and screwdrivers. Quickly after they both received their degrees in engineering and programming, they got married and had a baby. And then another. And then you.

For your entire lives, your family's income were solely from your mother. She had worked a low income job as a car mechanic, while she urged your father to stay home and make progress on their dream.

And seeing the Kawaguchi & Co. brand smartphone in your hand (The K-Cell!), they were finally living it.

And thus, your life had changed drastically.